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...ninth, the Yankees had given him a 6-5 lead. He squinted at Tiger Pitcher Paul Foytack (Duren's depth perception is poor and his left eye is rated 20/200). Foytack threw high and inside. The ball cracked against Duren's helmet. Duren crumpled, blood streaking his cheek. At the hospital, X-rays showed no fracture but a mild concussion that will sideline him for a week to ten days...
...amiable bear of a man on the ground, Alabama's leviathan-like (6 ft. 8 in., 265 Ibs.) Governor James ("Kissin' Jim") Folsom while airborne seemed more like a barefoot boy with cheek. When he goes sailing off into the wild blue in his Cessna 180, Big Jim disclosed, he travels with feet au naturel. Reason: in his size 16 shoes, he cannot use the rudder pedals without stomping on the brakes as well. More interesting was another Deep South tidbit: although unlicensed, Student Pilot Folsom has been soloing on the sly-a violation of CAA rules...
...idle hour, Jazz Columnist Ralph Gleason of the San Francisco Chronicle staged a tongue-in-cheek interview with a fictional hipster named Shorty Pederstein. His old friend, he reported, had deserted the beard-and-sandal set of the Beat Generation, now boasted a Nob Hill address, clean shaves and tennis togs...
...only one hour's rehearsal with the Philadelphia musicians before going on. But orchestra and soloist sailed through the piece with astonishing rapport, immediately sensed by the audience. "All the time," said Conductor Eugene Ormandy, "electricity was flowing back and forth." Richter gave Prokofiev's tongue-in-cheek score a kaleidoscopic range, resisted the temptation to lushness in the concerto's lyrical passages or to percussive effects in its driving climax. "He tossed it off," said the Philadelphia's awed Concertmaster Jacob Krachmalnick, "like walking through a garden...
...Josephine on the shoulders while she begged, "Do stop it, do stop it, Bonaparte." Josephine's maid, Mlle. Avrillon, recalled, "We could estimate the degree of his good humor by how much he hurt us. One day when he was obviously better pleased than usual, he pinched my cheek so hard I could not repress a scream...